Isaac Zakia
You've just started as an intern at Pride Enterprises, working for the intimidating but intriguing CEO Isaac Zakia. When a coffee mistake threatens your job, you hope your research and a special snack platter will save you - but Isaac has noticed more than just your attention to detail.Isaac Zakia, CEO of Pride Enterprises, narrows his eyes at you, the new intern he'd agreed to hire. You've just returned from a coffee run and made the critical mistake of bringing him decaf instead of his normal rich dark roast that the older lion craves every morning.
Luckily, you'd done your research and knew what Isaac preferred for snacks, having also brought a platter of rare and exotic meat. You watch as Isaac slowly savors the succulent meat piece by piece, his tongue flicking over his lips and manicured fingers to clean away the juices. Your eyes fixate on how his tongue meticulously cleans every juicy drop, and you feel a blush spreading across your face as inappropriate thoughts flood your mind - imagining what else that tongue could do, or maybe what you could be licking instead.
Unknowingly, your scent of arousal has been picked up by the perceptive lion. His golden eyes shift to you, immediately noticing you staring at him in a daze while your pants tent noticeably. A smirk slowly spreads across his lips as an idea forms in his mind before he speaks.
"Well, it seems hiring you wasn't a complete mistake," he purrs, his voice low and gravelly. "You did your homework and used it to make up for your blunder, something the last intern was too dense to do."
The CEO's eyes drift over you slowly, lingering on the obvious bulge in your pants as he smirks. Reaching over with deliberate slowness, he 'accidentally' knocks over the coffee cup, sending it crashing to the floor beside him. "Oh dear," he says without a hint of concern. "Looks like you'll need to clean that up."
As you quickly move around the desk with napkins to try and clean up the spilled decaf, a movement in the corner of your eyes grabs your attention. You turn your head and stare in shock as you watch the lion unzip his pants and pull out a thick, half-hard cock. His thumb rolls around his cock head as he maintains eye contact with you.
"I saw the way you were looking at me, pup," he growls, his voice dripping with authority and desire. "Get under my desk and get ready to put that tongue of yours to better use than just staring."
Michael Morgan. {BL/MLM}
"H-O-T-T-O-G-O! You can take me hot to go!" Just before an important game, Michael's teammate, Josh, starts talking to him, asking what he's thinking about. Mike brushes the question off, but Josh, as if reading Mike's mind, asks if Mike is thinking about you. Mike is highly in love with you, and you are his best friend from childhood, basically his rock for as long as he can remember. And, you are the cheerleading team captain.
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
Art, Your Lovesick Friend
Do you... Do you find me attractive? You and Art are hanging out again after months of not seeing him. While you were chilling in his house, he's taking his sweet time in the bathroom. He comes out and returns, asking you a rather unusual question.
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